It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.

don't I know it? I
answered.

I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night

nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.

I walked down the stairway and
into it.

i am the snow angel,
in the cloud dressed with sheets.
i lay naked,
but still bare wardrobe.
i am a godsend,
a scaredy cat,
an existential ****.
my mouth full at 8 am
before leaving my slumber behind.
my mind full before gasping for air,
in my first encounter with this oversized atom.
this speck that just so happens to exist,
and sustain the life i so desperately
want and know is necessary.
my existence, my breaths,
shake everything else into place.

Ambivalence sat in a corner staring off into space
as Antipathy tried so very hard to keep up with the pace
Cruelty crept up behind
to pinch them one by one
while Greed badgered them all
to be a part of the fun
Lust writhed upon its chair
and licked its lips upon a grin
Timidity cringed against the wall
bombarded by thoughts
of touching unholy sin
Narcissism saw no one else
while Awareness saw them all
When Love walked in
to join the group
the walls began to fall....

The water, churned white,
The trees, living monoliths,
Sturdy stones, weathered, but intact.
A field of white daffodils emerges.
Once bleak and barren ash,
Now a light soaked flowering field.

A collection of sounds
Laughter, music, lovers leisurely walk,
The lovely aroma,
Fragrance of tree sap, and living things,
Floating through the air,
In every direction
Living animals,
Soothing thought, and the crystal blue canopy of the sky.
Turning our bodies into a Zen garden,
That reinvigorates the spirit, and the mind.

Lounging on your stomach in the soft grass,
Wounds of the aura, healed in the warm breeze.
Like the caresses of gentle butterflies,
A shiver of pleasure invades our bodies……
In a thousand lifetimes, such happiness will not disappear.
Our prayers answered……
Our future firmly in our grasp....
Let us tie this not, and never untie it.

teenage ******* naked
sheets
firing love missiles with the
boy from school

seeping glands of lust
and
lies

empty promises
worth less than
empty
promises

she will find out

the hard way

A million faces I don't know
this feels better than home.

I have this
cup.

This
cup—my body—
it sits at
the corner
of me
and
says
“I’m spilling.”